<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530425177721384998</id><updated>2024-11-05T21:52:50.987-05:00</updated><category term="My Sweet Teddybear"/><category term="With My Chin Held High"/><category term="Too Much To Speak"/><category term="Stories From Inside"/><category term="...The Wine of Angels"/><category term="The Voice That Won&#39;t Be Heard"/><title type='text'>The Litter Boxx</title><subtitle type='html'>Creative Writing. &quot;Let Love In. Give Love Out.&quot;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittensplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittensplayhouse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>394</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530425177721384998.post-4945789856435258343</id><published>2013-10-05T19:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2013-10-05T19:05:30.270-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Sweet Teddybear"/><title type='text'>Stillness in Daylight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
But I&#39;m in a small town&lt;br /&gt;
With nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;
Here I am waiting,&lt;br /&gt;
Writing for you.&lt;br /&gt;
Listen to my guitar,&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re only a few miles far.&lt;br /&gt;
In this small town,&lt;br /&gt;
I can wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Listen to my voice,&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll always wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
October 5, 2013&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/4945789856435258343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/4945789856435258343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2013/10/stillness-in-night.html' title='Stillness in Daylight'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530425177721384998.post-1167512747441687884</id><published>2013-09-24T01:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2013-09-24T01:45:47.304-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Sweet Teddybear"/><title type='text'>My Hayride Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
He&#39;s my fall time joy&lt;br /&gt;
My sweet pumpkin boy&lt;br /&gt;
Taking my hand into everything&lt;br /&gt;
He&#39;s love at first sight&lt;br /&gt;
October leaves in flight&lt;br /&gt;
The midday winds singing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He&#39;s my stepping stones&lt;br /&gt;
My ice cream cone&lt;br /&gt;
And the boy who&#39;ll always catch me&lt;br /&gt;
He&#39;s my hayride guy&lt;br /&gt;
My flashlight in the night&lt;br /&gt;
And the starry skies above me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
September 24, 2013&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/1167512747441687884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/1167512747441687884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2013/09/my-hayride-guy.html' title='My Hayride Guy'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530425177721384998.post-6902788214028493214</id><published>2013-09-14T01:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2014-09-27T22:13:29.049-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Sweet Teddybear"/><title type='text'>Crowned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
I&#39;m hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;
Touch me, I&#39;ll fall&lt;br /&gt;
Into your arms&lt;br /&gt;
Is where I belong&lt;br /&gt;
Now read my eyes&lt;br /&gt;
You are all that I want&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Believe, my love&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your heart&#39;s the flame&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re burning me now&lt;br /&gt;
But smile boy,&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m the sparks off the ground&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m crazy in love&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re the reason I live&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Believe, my love&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re the one I need&lt;br /&gt;
The boy who understands me&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re the butterflies crowning my head&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re the one I need&lt;br /&gt;
The boy who truly loves me&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re the high prince who chose me instead&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of a beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re so amazing&lt;br /&gt;
Got my heart under your wings&lt;br /&gt;
Your name is written&lt;br /&gt;
On every song that I sing&lt;br /&gt;
Believe me love&lt;br /&gt;
When I say this is true&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My love&#39;s for you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your heart&#39;s the flame&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re burning me now&lt;br /&gt;
So hurry boy,&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t let me fall down&lt;br /&gt;
Cuz I&#39;m crazy in love&lt;br /&gt;
I wanna be by your side&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, my love&#39;s for you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re the one I need&lt;br /&gt;
The boy who understands me&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re the butterflies crowning my head&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re the one I need&lt;br /&gt;
The boy who truly loves me&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re the high prince who chose me instead&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of a beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;
Touch me, I&#39;ll fall&lt;br /&gt;
Into your arms&lt;br /&gt;
Is where I belong&lt;br /&gt;
Now read my lips&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re the prince of our kiss&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Believe, you&#39;re crowned&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re the one I need&lt;br /&gt;
The boy who understands me&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re the butterflies crowning my head&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re the one I need&lt;br /&gt;
The reason why I&#39;m lucky&lt;br /&gt;
Cuz you&#39;re the high prince who chose me instead&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of a beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
September 11, 2013&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;(A song I wrote for Hector)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/6902788214028493214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/6902788214028493214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2013/09/crowned.html' title='Crowned'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530425177721384998.post-1298284939361389725</id><published>2013-07-19T04:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-07-20T01:00:52.269-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Sweet Teddybear"/><title type='text'>Two Doves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
And I&#39;ll love you&lt;br /&gt;
Like a soaring bird in the skies.&lt;br /&gt;
Majestically flying and&lt;br /&gt;
Embracing what&#39;s mine.&lt;br /&gt;
Holding onto faith, believing that&lt;br /&gt;
The world we have is true.&lt;br /&gt;
Never giving up on eachother,&lt;br /&gt;
Never giving up on you.&lt;br /&gt;
Remembering all the times&lt;br /&gt;
These skies have seen us.&lt;br /&gt;
Repeating words we&#39;ve said,&lt;br /&gt;
Trusts and promises.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll never forget you and never forget&lt;br /&gt;
What it&#39;s like under your wings.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;If you&#39;re a bird, I&#39;m a bird,&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Let me be your faithful queen,&lt;br /&gt;
And I promise, I&#39;ll love you like a reigning king.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
July 19, 2013&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/1298284939361389725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/1298284939361389725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2013/07/two-doves.html' title='Two Doves'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530425177721384998.post-6219829123371598970</id><published>2013-07-15T00:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2013-07-15T00:23:56.229-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Sweet Teddybear"/><title type='text'>Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
I promise, you&#39;re my prince.&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re the one I love to kiss.&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re the one I hold to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
Forever together, never apart.&lt;br /&gt;
Remember how the world stopped for us?&lt;br /&gt;
When everything was just as we promised?&lt;br /&gt;
It was perfect, it was sweet.&lt;br /&gt;
Forever I am off my feet.&lt;br /&gt;
You sweep me away into the skies.&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re my superman with no disguise!&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll always and forever proclaim my love for you,&lt;br /&gt;
Trust me on this, my words are true!&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m so lucky to have you,&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re my hero every day.&lt;br /&gt;
I lean to you and I look up to you.&lt;br /&gt;
I love you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re my prince, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;
Read the poem below this.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m nothing without you and your love.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m just ordinary, I&#39;m just a girl.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;d be so lonely in this world.&lt;br /&gt;
You protect me and take care of me.&lt;br /&gt;
You are so kind and you treat me sweetly!&lt;br /&gt;
Forget the words I ever said.&lt;br /&gt;
Please forget that I hurt you again.&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re my prince, the one I kiss.&lt;br /&gt;
So read the one below this.&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe it will describe more about&lt;br /&gt;
How much you really mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;
Always and forever, always meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
July 15, 2013&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/6219829123371598970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/6219829123371598970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2013/07/prince.html' title='Prince'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530425177721384998.post-3747072628102521200</id><published>2013-07-13T03:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-07-13T03:23:06.546-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stories From Inside"/><title type='text'>Pierced By Thorns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m everything but beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m wretched and poor,&lt;br /&gt;
I stand in closed doors.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Beautiful is in deep sea...&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe this is war.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve never gone through this before.&lt;br /&gt;
Why do I feel so imperfect?&lt;br /&gt;
Am I rare, or even worth it?&lt;br /&gt;
Stones hit my chest,&lt;br /&gt;
And I am unable to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Beautiful is in concrete...&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe this is cold.&lt;br /&gt;
The words I&#39;m saying versus told.&lt;br /&gt;
Why do I feel so alone?&lt;br /&gt;
Here I am in my room, frozen.&lt;br /&gt;
Thoughts roaming, eyes closing.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Beautiful is in the chosen...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t see myself as beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe this is meaningless;&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;m taking this out of proportion.&lt;br /&gt;
Then again, maybe this is true.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then again, not when I&#39;m with you.&lt;br /&gt;
And with you, I feel beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
July 13, 2013&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/3747072628102521200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/3747072628102521200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2013/07/pierced-by-thorns.html' title='Pierced By Thorns'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530425177721384998.post-1470540879373076182</id><published>2013-06-19T00:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2013-06-19T00:19:55.541-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="With My Chin Held High"/><title type='text'>Element</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
I try to keep puzzle pieces into place,&lt;br /&gt;
But courageous feats just run away.&lt;br /&gt;
I stay hidden beneath its paper clones,&lt;br /&gt;
Miles of piles like stacked up stones.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m trying to find light in this dark place,&lt;br /&gt;
But in this box it seems I&#39;m meant to stay.&lt;br /&gt;
How will I find some outlet out?&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m going bare, no one hears my shouts.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m so little, I&#39;m so helpless.&lt;br /&gt;
Claustrophobic and restless.&lt;br /&gt;
These four walls won&#39;t seem to break,&lt;br /&gt;
But it&#39;s my fault, my mistake.&lt;br /&gt;
I should have broken free when the chance came.&lt;br /&gt;
I need to stand up for myself and not cave.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m meant for something better, something great.&lt;br /&gt;
I have a purpose not meant for this restraint.&lt;br /&gt;
I have two legs and two arms,&lt;br /&gt;
Meant for something good, not harm.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I think I&#39;m getting this.&lt;br /&gt;
The puzzle pieces are beginning to fit.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m finding my new place, my new element.&lt;br /&gt;
Courage is the key&lt;br /&gt;
To becoming what I was born to be.&lt;br /&gt;
To becoming something that is worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;
Something that will go the miles.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now I know this all starts in me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
June 18, 2013&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/1470540879373076182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/1470540879373076182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2013/06/element.html' title='Element'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530425177721384998.post-5709467471365308483</id><published>2013-04-18T00:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-04-18T00:57:01.382-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Sweet Teddybear"/><title type='text'>Safe Keeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
I&#39;d live to die for him.&lt;div&gt;
He&#39;s my resting place, my calm sea.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
He is the place that I want to be.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Through trials and storms&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
He lifts me from the ground.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
I hover over the city lights,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
I see over my home southern nights.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
He&#39;s gracious to me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
And keeps me safe from any harm.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
The world brightens at his smile,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Tangles when they hear his voice.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
I&#39;m so emptied of choice,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
And it doesn&#39;t bother me.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
I&#39;m right in the place that I&#39;m meant to be.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
He is the boy that is meant for me,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
He&#39;s my safety, my calm sea.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
I brush up like a wave against his feet,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Never letting go, never leaving him into the deep,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Cuz I want to be his resting place when he needs me.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
April 18, 2013&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/5709467471365308483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/5709467471365308483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2013/04/safe-keeping.html' title='Safe Keeping'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530425177721384998.post-4703659686827114733</id><published>2013-04-16T23:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2013-04-16T23:30:33.853-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Sweet Teddybear"/><title type='text'>As Red Diamonds Would Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
He&#39;s my safe haven, my handsome masterpiece.&lt;div&gt;
He fits the places in my heart so benevolently.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
He always there for me.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
He reaches for my soul and breathes life into me.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
My arms are outstretched for his love,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Courageously taking hold of his hand&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Just to never let go.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Never to feel the weight of empty air,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
And to believe in a love so truly rare,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Only to come to realize that true love is fair.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
A love that glides through the skies so effortlessly.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
He has come into my life so pleasantly and unscripted.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
He&#39;s become a daily chance to love over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
To fall in love each time my eyes open.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
He&#39;s the epitome of love.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
He is my true safe haven,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
A masterpiece as priceless as red diamonds.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
April 16, 2013&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/4703659686827114733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/4703659686827114733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2013/04/as-red-diamonds-would-be.html' title='As Red Diamonds Would Be'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530425177721384998.post-8353899464352358775</id><published>2013-03-11T22:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2013-03-11T22:37:30.127-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Sweet Teddybear"/><title type='text'>My Puzzle Piece</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
He makes me feel like home.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Like he is where I&#39;m meant to be.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Like a finished puzzle piece,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Like a flower fully bloomed.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
He makes me swoon,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
I get butterflies when I think of him.&lt;br /&gt;
I melt in my heart thinking of him.&lt;br /&gt;
This boy, he makes me feel like home.&lt;br /&gt;
Like he is where I&#39;m supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m like a missing puzzle piece&lt;br /&gt;
Finally finding what&#39;s missing from me.&lt;br /&gt;
He is what I need and who I am.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m like a flower, fully bloomed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
March 11, 2013&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/8353899464352358775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/8353899464352358775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2013/03/my-puzzle-piece.html' title='My Puzzle Piece'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530425177721384998.post-4059987954098467167</id><published>2013-03-11T22:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2013-03-11T22:34:38.023-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Sweet Teddybear"/><title type='text'>Precious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
I want rose petals on top of my covers.&lt;br /&gt;
Surprise chocolates hanging from my door.&lt;br /&gt;
I want to walk into my room to find you there,&lt;br /&gt;
I want to be hugged from behind without asking,&lt;br /&gt;
I want you to play with my hair.&lt;br /&gt;
I remember when you used to feed me those little sour patch bears.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I want a candle-lit, romantic dinner.&lt;br /&gt;
I want to watch movies while snuggling in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;
I just want to be silly without it going too far,&lt;br /&gt;
And tell you about every plot of every book I&#39;ve read.&lt;br /&gt;
I want you to know I love Country music,&lt;br /&gt;
Without you making fun of their voice.&lt;br /&gt;
Build a house with you when we&#39;re older that blocks out inner noise.&lt;br /&gt;
I want our children to know of the true love we carry in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;
I remember when you first kissed me, your lips lit sparks.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though I can never get the words you said to me out of my head,&lt;br /&gt;
The ones that really hit my heart hard.&lt;br /&gt;
I want to always show you how much I truly love you,&lt;br /&gt;
And that my love for you will never fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;
I want our love to stay sweet,&lt;br /&gt;
Stay pure and innocent.&lt;br /&gt;
I want sensitive and romantic.&lt;br /&gt;
I want silly and precious,&lt;br /&gt;
Just like we promised.&lt;br /&gt;
Just like we said&lt;br /&gt;
On July 30, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
March 11, 2013&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/4059987954098467167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/4059987954098467167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2013/03/precious.html' title='Precious'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530425177721384998.post-554244304707023288</id><published>2013-02-11T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-02-11T21:02:01.112-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Sweet Teddybear"/><title type='text'>It&#39;s a Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Our candles are lit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
The moment sticks,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
With every inch covered in rose petals.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Our room, a sacred haven of our love,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Radiates strawberry-vanilla &amp;nbsp;scents.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Smells, it smells like him, his perfect cologne.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
I close my eyes and wait by the phone.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
But he&#39;s home.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
I see his lights beam through the windows,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Off the walls and back at me.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
I see his smile as I run to the door.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
There he is, my beloved Amor.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
I&#39;m wearing his work shirt,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Buttoned up like a dress on me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
He wraps his arms around my waist,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Leaving but little space from what I see.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
He tells me he&#39;s home,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
And I smile, &quot;I know.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
He says,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&quot;The candles are lit, our moment&#39;s here,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Whisper that sweet voice in my ear.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Take me to our room,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Our sweet haven of love.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
I&#39;m dying to know what you&#39;re thinking of.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
So I close my eyes and I wait for his kiss.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
But he&#39;s already left my lingering lips.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
I chase after him into our sweet haven.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
I see his smile as I reach the door.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
There he is, my charming Amor.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
February 11, 2013&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/554244304707023288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/554244304707023288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2013/02/its-love-story.html' title='It&#39;s a Love Story'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530425177721384998.post-1707828950313997986</id><published>2013-02-11T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-02-11T20:42:02.414-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Sweet Teddybear"/><title type='text'>Sweetheart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
And I saw it in his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;
He loved me from head to toe.&lt;br /&gt;
He worried of what I might know.&lt;br /&gt;
But here&#39;s the truth about me,&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll never judge by what I see,&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;Cause his heart is what I love.&lt;br /&gt;
Attractions are just extra,&lt;br /&gt;
His smile is worth it all,&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll always be there for him,&lt;br /&gt;
Be there when he falls.&lt;br /&gt;
He&#39;s my Bestfriend,&lt;br /&gt;
The one I&#39;ll be there for &#39;til the end,&lt;br /&gt;
The boy who I&#39;m in love with, with every breath.&lt;br /&gt;
He comforts me and cares for me.&lt;br /&gt;
And I intend to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;
One day, my last name is gonna changed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
February 11, 2013&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/1707828950313997986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/1707828950313997986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2013/02/sweetheart.html' title='Sweetheart'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530425177721384998.post-4606262921287944490</id><published>2013-01-26T14:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-26T14:39:38.602-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="...The Wine of Angels"/><title type='text'>Broken River</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
I&#39;m here at a river,&lt;br /&gt;
Walking through from stone to stone.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m wondering how far I have left to go.&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing the past and present collide,&lt;br /&gt;
Wondering when I&#39;ll find the other side.&lt;br /&gt;
This is a sadness I&#39;ve never known.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is true hurt, and true pain.&lt;br /&gt;
Why did I choose a path of mistake?&lt;br /&gt;
Regret and fear breaks through my hands.&lt;br /&gt;
The tears shattering under a hammer&#39;s head.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m a river not knowing where to go.&lt;br /&gt;
This is a sadness I&#39;ve never known.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Each step I would take,&lt;br /&gt;
I never knew what it would change.&lt;br /&gt;
I never thought the one thing I love now&lt;br /&gt;
Would be affected by my past bad decisions.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m here at a river,&lt;br /&gt;
Walking from stone to stone.&lt;br /&gt;
This is a kind of sadness I wish I&#39;d never known.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
January 26, 2013&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/4606262921287944490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/4606262921287944490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2013/01/broken-river.html' title='Broken River'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530425177721384998.post-1650553516486294533</id><published>2013-01-06T01:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-06T01:23:17.378-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Sweet Teddybear"/><title type='text'>Love Is a Mystery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Love is like unwrapping a mystery flavor,&lt;br /&gt;
It either works for your tastes buds, or it doesn&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;
It has a sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;
It prickles at your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;
It doesn&#39;t leave you alone.&lt;br /&gt;
You begin to wonder and question its flavor.&lt;br /&gt;
Is it what you were hoping?&lt;br /&gt;
Does it make you want more?&lt;br /&gt;
Did it make you smile or scowl?&lt;br /&gt;
Was it sweet or foul?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It either understands your taste or it doesn&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;
Because love is like unwrapping a mystery flavor.&lt;br /&gt;
You don&#39;t know which one you&#39;re gonna get.&lt;br /&gt;
But when you do, you&#39;ll either&lt;br /&gt;
Love it, hate it, or be undecided.&lt;br /&gt;
But, out there somewhere is your perfect mystery flavor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mine turned out to be spicy,&lt;br /&gt;
Though I prefer sweet.&lt;br /&gt;
But sometimes sweet and spice&lt;br /&gt;
Turns into everything nice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
January 6, 2013&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/1650553516486294533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/1650553516486294533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2013/01/love-is-mystery.html' title='Love Is a Mystery'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530425177721384998.post-7557360915757594987</id><published>2013-01-05T05:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-05T05:32:19.484-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Sweet Teddybear"/><title type='text'>Crossed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Infinitely strong.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
His heart is what I long.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
His love is what I need.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
I&#39;m prepared to be of greed.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
As long as we&#39;re in love,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Truly in love, I mean,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
As long as we are what we need,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
True love is all we should perceive.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Immeasurable love defines us.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Endlessly loving just as we promised.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Always and forever united.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Amazed and in awe at how&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Perfectly our worlds collided.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
We will be infinitely strong.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Constantly perfecting ourselves like a song.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Seeing all of our rights and our wrongs,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Not caring one bit about our flaws.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Because being perpetually in love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Is the only place our hearts crossed.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
January 5, 2013&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/7557360915757594987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/7557360915757594987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2013/01/crossed.html' title='Crossed'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530425177721384998.post-5034834000864566590</id><published>2012-12-16T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-12-16T00:49:16.730-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Sweet Teddybear"/><title type='text'>Every Second Is a Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
For every raindrop&lt;br /&gt;
Is a kiss to you.&lt;br /&gt;
For every flower&lt;br /&gt;
In the spring that blooms.&lt;br /&gt;
For every hour&lt;br /&gt;
I never spend with you,&lt;br /&gt;
Every second is a kiss to you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For every star in&lt;br /&gt;
The night time sky,&lt;br /&gt;
For every tear&lt;br /&gt;
That falls from my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
For every waking moment&lt;br /&gt;
That I&#39;m alive,&lt;br /&gt;
Every second is a kiss to you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
December 16, 2012&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/5034834000864566590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/5034834000864566590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2012/12/every-second-is-kiss.html' title='Every Second Is a Kiss'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530425177721384998.post-6116949814125692699</id><published>2012-12-16T00:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-12-16T00:40:32.001-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Sweet Teddybear"/><title type='text'>And Still He Loves Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
I&#39;m jealous of how we used to be,&lt;br /&gt;
How sweet and innocent you spoke to me.&lt;br /&gt;
The way you told me how you felt everyday,&lt;br /&gt;
How gently you&#39;d say my name.&lt;br /&gt;
I miss the &quot;us&quot; that we were,&lt;br /&gt;
The young love that we were.&lt;br /&gt;
The innocence in what we would say,&lt;br /&gt;
The small gentle kiss we would sneak in.&lt;br /&gt;
The endless hugs we&#39;d sink in.&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;d look me in the eyes and smile,&lt;br /&gt;
You never even looked down at my body.&lt;br /&gt;
You saw me, just me. Only me.&lt;br /&gt;
You loved me,&lt;br /&gt;
And my heart melted into yours.&lt;br /&gt;
You felt my soul and made it soar.&lt;br /&gt;
I never knew how long this would last,&lt;br /&gt;
But I&#39;m so happy this hasn&#39;t passed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You still love me, even until this day.&lt;br /&gt;
Although it&#39;s not the same.&lt;br /&gt;
I see the difference in the way you smile.&lt;br /&gt;
The way you laugh and hold me down.&lt;br /&gt;
The difference in the way say my name,&lt;br /&gt;
The way you tell me that you&#39;d never love again.&lt;br /&gt;
I see it now, how innocent we were then.&lt;br /&gt;
We have been through so much together,&lt;br /&gt;
So much like always and forever.&lt;br /&gt;
I told you that one day and&lt;br /&gt;
You said you&#39;d never forget.&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s true, you never did.&lt;br /&gt;
You still love me just like we promised.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I might be jealous of how we used to be,&lt;br /&gt;
But still to this day your love runs over me.&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re my bestfriend that keeps me in love,&lt;br /&gt;
Your my everything that I&#39;d never give up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
December 16, 2012&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/6116949814125692699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/6116949814125692699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2012/12/and-still-he-loves-me.html' title='And Still He Loves Me'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530425177721384998.post-1815462946162828768</id><published>2012-10-21T00:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2013-01-27T23:08:06.380-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Sweet Teddybear"/><title type='text'>Pumpkins </title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
I&#39;m leaping through pumpkin isles,&lt;br /&gt;
I look back and I see you smile.&lt;br /&gt;
You tell me that I look like a baby deer.&lt;br /&gt;
I turn around and go back to you,&lt;br /&gt;
I start playfully punching you,&lt;br /&gt;
And you pretend that I&#39;ve broken you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You take me by the hand,&lt;br /&gt;
And you show me a pumpkin I might like.&lt;br /&gt;
I smile and I see you feel satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;
You tell me that it was nothing but that you tried,&lt;br /&gt;
And I hug you with all my might&lt;br /&gt;
And you pretend that I&#39;ve broken you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Boy, I&#39;m as little as anyone could be.&lt;br /&gt;
Why do you keep teasing me?&lt;br /&gt;
But anyways I keep on smiling.&lt;br /&gt;
I poke you around your chest,&lt;br /&gt;
Wondering if you&#39;ve got pecks,&lt;br /&gt;
Then you pretend that I&#39;ve broken you!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Again I say, boy, I&#39;m not that strong.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m as little as the town I&#39;m from.&lt;br /&gt;
Then you see my face&lt;br /&gt;
And grab me around my waist.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He tickles me every where!&lt;br /&gt;
I think the words, but I do not swear.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m laughing until my ribs really hurt.&lt;br /&gt;
I tell him, boy, I think you&#39;ve broken me,&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t seem to get back on my feet,&lt;br /&gt;
C&#39;mon, I&#39;m as little as anyone could be.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then you sit up right,&lt;br /&gt;
Look me in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;
And you take my hand so gently.&lt;br /&gt;
Here I am, looking you in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;
You don&#39;t understand how much&lt;br /&gt;
My butterflies rise.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He says, &quot;Girl, you&#39;ve broken me,&lt;br /&gt;
Why can&#39;t we just already be?&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m here waiting for you to be mine.&lt;br /&gt;
I see your eyes are beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;
Take my hand, you&#39;re something more...&lt;br /&gt;
Then just a friend.&lt;br /&gt;
Girl, I&#39;m broken...&lt;br /&gt;
For you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
October 21, 2012&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/1815462946162828768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/1815462946162828768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2012/10/pumpkins.html' title='Pumpkins '/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530425177721384998.post-3661589194340564468</id><published>2012-10-20T23:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-10-20T23:52:43.526-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="...The Wine of Angels"/><title type='text'>Blocked</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
There is really less to say,&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve written what I&#39;ve had on my plate.&lt;br /&gt;
Writing was a filter for all my love.&lt;br /&gt;
But everything&#39;s already lifted into the sky above.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s not that I&#39;ve lost my love,&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s not that I can&#39;t write.&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s thinking of more things to say,&lt;br /&gt;
And saying it right.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve been strewn down&lt;br /&gt;
Because of not knowing&lt;br /&gt;
What else to express.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m feeling empty and burdened,&lt;br /&gt;
Speechless and compressed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Writer&#39;s block.&lt;br /&gt;
That&#39;s what this is.&lt;br /&gt;
Not knowing what to write,&lt;br /&gt;
Not knowing what else to express.&lt;br /&gt;
Speechless and compressed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
October 20, 2012&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/3661589194340564468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/3661589194340564468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2012/10/blocked.html' title='Blocked'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530425177721384998.post-6897145975150046662</id><published>2012-10-08T01:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-10-08T01:48:22.284-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Sweet Teddybear"/><title type='text'>Don&#39;t Shoot Me Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Cuz I will fall,&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m not the master of it all.&lt;br /&gt;
Here I am with all my love,&lt;br /&gt;
But you don&#39;t understand it&#39;s true.&lt;br /&gt;
All that I am is here for you,&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing about anybody else is real.&lt;br /&gt;
I keep telling you what I feel,&lt;br /&gt;
And it&#39;s like you don&#39;t believe me.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m not bulletproof,&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve got you to lose,&lt;br /&gt;
And I never want that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;
I love you, and that&#39;s the truth.&lt;br /&gt;
Just believe in my words,&lt;br /&gt;
Let my heart be heard.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
October 8, 2012&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/6897145975150046662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/6897145975150046662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2012/10/dont-shoot-me-down.html' title='Don&#39;t Shoot Me Down'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530425177721384998.post-8204132560735165693</id><published>2012-08-30T21:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-08-30T21:07:57.605-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Sweet Teddybear"/><title type='text'>Wrapped In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
I&#39;m wrapped in your arms tonight,&lt;br /&gt;
Beneath these star-studded skies I&#39;m all right.&lt;br /&gt;
We&#39;re perfect where we are,&lt;br /&gt;
We don&#39;t need no fancy car.&lt;br /&gt;
We stay in eachother&#39;s arms all night.&lt;br /&gt;
I love the way you kiss my cheek,&lt;br /&gt;
As if everything in this world is at our feet.&lt;br /&gt;
You never disappoint my beaming heart,&lt;br /&gt;
You never step back and break me apart.&lt;br /&gt;
You love me and you care for me,&lt;br /&gt;
That&#39;s the reason why I&#39;m always happy.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m always happy because of you,&lt;br /&gt;
That&#39;s why I know that all of this love is true.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You wrap me in your arms all night long,&lt;br /&gt;
I knew we&#39;d never get this true love wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
August 30, 2012&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/8204132560735165693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/8204132560735165693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2012/08/wrapped-in-love.html' title='Wrapped In Love'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530425177721384998.post-1590043268314818524</id><published>2012-07-18T00:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-07-18T00:42:28.986-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Voice That Won&#39;t Be Heard"/><title type='text'>Battle Scars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Battling unearthed wars is demanding.&lt;br /&gt;
Step inside my mind, see where I&#39;m standing.&lt;br /&gt;
Believe in my instinct just once,&lt;br /&gt;
Understand where I&#39;m coming from.&lt;br /&gt;
Take a shot for me as I would for you.&lt;br /&gt;
But those are things you can&#39;t do,&lt;br /&gt;
You won&#39;t do.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Be still in my presence.&lt;br /&gt;
Watch my eyes, see them break,&lt;br /&gt;
See them cry.&lt;br /&gt;
Look beyond my flesh,&lt;br /&gt;
Be there to catch my breath.&lt;br /&gt;
Hold my hand before I fall.&lt;br /&gt;
See this heart go through it all.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Battle through my broken smiles.&lt;br /&gt;
Break into my heart,&lt;br /&gt;
Tear me apart,&lt;br /&gt;
And fix me all over again.&lt;br /&gt;
Understand this place I&#39;m coming from.&lt;br /&gt;
Patch my wounds just enough.&lt;br /&gt;
Feel my mind racing up mountains.&lt;br /&gt;
Observe my heart through rising actions.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m not saying that I&#39;m at war.&lt;br /&gt;
Just scent my thoughts, feelings, worries.&lt;br /&gt;
Believe in my love, my choice of words.&lt;br /&gt;
Hold my heart closer to yours.&lt;br /&gt;
Resharpen tormented swords,&lt;br /&gt;
And bask in present glory.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
July 18, 2012&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/1590043268314818524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/1590043268314818524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2012/07/battle-scars.html' title='Battle Scars'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530425177721384998.post-2155040435122132531</id><published>2012-07-09T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-07-09T22:38:48.697-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Sweet Teddybear"/><title type='text'>This Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
And I got a single glimpse of sweet love tonight.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
I can&#39;t understand it all at one time, though.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
But he kissed my lips with a smile,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
And held me back against the wall.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
He took my hand and it felt as if he&#39;d never let go.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
He breathed and it felt as if he&#39;d live to be forever mine.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Forever in time, forever beside me.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
This boy, he truly loved me.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
This boy, he truly adored me.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
This boy, this boy I&#39;d never let him go.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
He made me feel truly in love,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
But I can&#39;t understand it all at one time, though.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
But here I am, falling in more love than I truly really know,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
With this boy.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
July 9, 2012&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/2155040435122132531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/2155040435122132531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2012/07/this-boy.html' title='This Boy'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530425177721384998.post-7753173954667165783</id><published>2012-07-09T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-07-09T22:26:16.397-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="With My Chin Held High"/><title type='text'>Arise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Arise my deep soul,&lt;br /&gt;
Stay alive, stay whole.&lt;br /&gt;
Write from within your heart,&lt;br /&gt;
Write like there was no start.&lt;br /&gt;
Believe in me, believe in us.&lt;br /&gt;
Achieve greater things,&lt;br /&gt;
More than what you can trust.&lt;br /&gt;
Arise sweet soul,&lt;br /&gt;
Make the secrets unfold,&lt;br /&gt;
And build a mindset to tell of the untold.&lt;br /&gt;
Arise brave soul,&lt;br /&gt;
Know that you have what it takes,&lt;br /&gt;
To believe and achieve in something great.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
July 9, 2012&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/7753173954667165783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530425177721384998/posts/default/7753173954667165783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2012/07/arise.html' title='Arise'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>